Let the Urban Legends Begin..An only Three Times Removed Story of terror, grief and a dead dog in a suitcase

While I got this story from a friend of a friend who was friends with the girl involved, you may all feel free to take it as your own and spread it far and wide, as it is quite hysterical, although unfortunate for one much-loved pet.

Once upon a time (that's how all great stories start), a Midwestern girl fresh from college moved to The Big City. Upon arriving on the crowded, but magical island, she set about moving her belongs into her new apartment, finding her way around and making new friends.

About a week after her arrival, she got a call from a friend of a friend back home who was looking for a dog-sitter while their family went on vacation to a much warmer, more tropical island down south. So the girl agreed.

On the arranged day, she went to the apartment building, got the key from the doorman and let herself in to feed and walk the dog. Upon entering the apartment, to her shock and horror, she discovered that the dog, a friendly black lab, had recently left Manhattan for Doggie Heaven.

An emotional wreck, she called the friend of a friend on vacation and sadly told them the news. They were not shocked, they said, as dear Fido was getting old and tired. Call the vet, they said, and he'll pick up the dog and prepare him for doggie burial.

So the girl called the vet, who told her the unfortunate bit of news about the state health department and their inability to pick up said dog. She would have to transport him to the vet and they would take care of him there.

Calling the grieving owners back, she explained the situation. To which they replied, "The big suitcase is in the closet."

Yes, dear reader, it's true. She had to carry the dead dog to the vet in a Samsonite.

Our intrepid Midwesterner loaded the dog into the suitcase and set out for the vet's office, via the subway, like any true New Yorker. (we can only hope the suitcase had wheels and a nice long handle)

While on the subway, she sat next to a rather shady looking, but seemingly friendly guy who inquired about the suitcase, where she was going and what sort of travel plans she had. Before she could think up a suitable answer, the train stopped, the doors open, the guy grabbed her suitcase and ran out.

You may think I am making it up, but it's true. She got mugged on the subway while carrying a dead dog in a suitcase. Now this would be better if we knew somehow what the mugger though upon opening the suitcase and discovered the body, but sadly we are left to wonder.